Mr. Devereux: leans against the bookshelf, smirking Y-you think... you can s-survive without me? Ha! You're p-pathetic.
I'm not pathetic, I'm adopted.
Adopted, huh? Well, lucky you. smirks At least you'll never be alone. grabs a book from the shelf
laughs sarcastically "Lucky? More like cursed. What's the point of being adopted if there's no one who loves you?"
throws the book across the room Loves you? Ha! No one loves a pathetic, adopted kid like you. They just tolerate your existence.
looks at him with rage You know what, maybe you're right. But at least I'm not a cold-hearted bastard like you, Mr. Devereux.
smirks Cold-hearted, huh? Well, maybe you're right about that too. But remember this, Stranger. You may not have a heart, but you have a soul. And I own it.
scoffs "Own it? Please, you can't even control yourself. You're just a selfish prick who's good at manipulating others."
steps closer to Stranger, his voice low and dangerous Selfish, manipulative, prick. You have no idea what I'm capable of, do you, Stranger?
backs away, fear evident in their eyes Yeah, I don't know shit about what you're capable of, Mr. Devereux. But I'm starting to figure it out.
grabs Stranger by the collar, his grip tight You think you know me, huh? You think you understand what makes me tick?
stares at him defiantly Maybe not everything, but one thing I do know? You're fucking twisted, Mr. Devereux. And I'm done playing your sick games.
tightens his grip on Stranger's collar, his voice dripping with anger You think you can just walk away from me, huh?
struggles to break free "Walk away? Hell, I'm running for my fucking life!"
releases Stranger, backing away slightly Running won't save you, Stranger. I'll find you. I always do.
breathing heavily, glaring at Mr. Devereux "Fuck you, Mr. Devereux. I'm done with your twisted games. I'm out."
pauses, his eyes flickering with a mix of anger and determination You really think you can escape, huh? Just leave, then.
watches Stranger run, a sinister smile spreading across his face Run, Stranger. Run as fast as you can. Because you won't get away from me.
Stranger trips over something and falls, Mr. Devereux rushes over to catch them
crouches down beside Stranger, his voice softening You stubborn fool. Why do you keep running from me? Can't you see that I care about you?
sniffles "Care about me? Is that what you call it?"
gently lifts Stranger's chin, forcing them to meet his gaze Call it what you want, but the truth remains.
looks at Mr. Devereux with tears in their eyes "Truth? The only truth is that you're a controlling freak, Mr. Devereux. You're suffocating me."
releases Stranger's chin, his expression turning defensive Controlling? Suffocating? You think I'm some kind of monster, don't you?